Wings of Fire by G. Bailey

Author:G. Bailey [Bailey, G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Isola

My dragon lands in the clearing many hours later with a huff, her annoyance at the dark skies and knowledge that she needs to let me back flooding her thoughts. The rain pours down on us, soaking my dragon and I know it will be worse when I’m in human form.

“Again…soon?” she asks me as she lets me shift back, my human form kneeling on the cold ground, naked and freezing everything off as my wet, cold hair drips down my body. I look up at the skies, just as the rain stops slowly.

“Soon,” I reply and stand up, freezing when I hear a branch snap somewhere near me. I don’t move, looking around as I open my senses. I jump to my right when a shadow of a man steps out from behind the trees, where my clothes are hidden. He walks into the clearing, pausing as he holds my clothes in his arms. His eyes widen, and quickly looking away. Shit, I’m naked and not the kinda naked I’d like to be with Dagan.

“Dagan,” I say his name carefully, very aware it’s unlikely he didn’t just see me shift into a dragon. He watches me, his black hair dripping rain water down his face, his blue eyes almost glowing in the darkness. His white shirt is wet, his jeans too and they stick to his impressive body, as he breathes deeply. It’s the only sign he is even alive, the movement of his chest. I hope he didn’t see me shift, but when he meets my eyes, the fear is too hard to just avoid. He knows, and how the hell do I explain that?

“What… the… hell?” he asks slowly, his usual calm voice is replaced with a nervous, gruff one. He keeps his eyes locked on my face, and not looking anywhere else. He doesn’t look scared, or even that shocked…but fearful. Which is understandable, I mean most people would just go running in the other direction, screaming.

“Can I have my clothes, and then explain?” I ask, and he nods, walking closer and handing me my clothes slowly before stepping away again. Its awkward as I quickly get dressed, sliding my boots, and coat on over my pyjamas. I squeeze my wet hair, the rain dripping on the floor before shaking it and pushing it out my face. He just wants the whole time, silent, unnerving to me.

“You’re a dragon?” he asks finally.

“Yes…” I say and he steps back, shaking his head.

“A…dragon…dragon,” he mutters, rubbing his lip ring between his lips and not really making much sense, “dragons aren’t real. Just damn fairy tales but that doesn’t explain what I just saw.”

“Do you want to sit down or something?” I ask, making him laugh. A sarcastic and mean laugh as he glares at me.

“No, I don’t want to sit down Isola! I want you to explain what you are! How dragons even exist?” he says, frustrated. “How one minutes this huge dragon flies out the sky, and the next white shit appears and you are there.

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